I met her a couple of months ago. She moved in to our neighborhood. Well, she isn’t really like the girl you would rather date or talk to because she looks friendly. in fact, she dresses weirdly. I don’t have anything against the way she dresses but it’s not normal for a girl her age. But still, I don’t know what came to me and I just came up to her. I wanted to know her. She was friendly to answer my questions. I learned that she is studying at Recording Connection Audio Engineering School. I was amazed and even though I don’t want to stereotype, I associated the way she dress with the things she does in life. After our conversation about Recording Connection Audio Engineering School and stuff, I asked her to come to our house as I remembered I was cooking. She gladly accepted. From then on, we became really close. We were strangers no more, or so I think we weren’t at least not until I learned who she really was a couple of days ago. To my dismay, everything she told me was a lie. She’s actually a prostitute downtown who purposely dresses differently at home so people won’t suspect her. I was not dismayed because of what I found out about her. I was dismayed because she lied to me. And there I was thinking we were really friends. How could she have lied like that? I just don’t know how to look or even talk to her because right now, we are strangers again.